Fanfiction
Characters: Heiji Hattori, Kudo Shinichi
Pairing: Implied Kira/Heiji
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Implied Character Death
Follows after Aroused and Scared
026. Determined
“Oi, Kudo…”
Shinichi looked up at him, eyes sharpening behind his glasses, alerted by the tone of Heiji’s voice.
“What is it, Hattori?”
Heiji chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ehehe… it’s probably nothing’, but…” he shrugged helplessly. “You know I’m doing part time on the Kira case, right?”
Shinichi nodded tightly, and Heiji winced. The shrunk detective was still sore that he hadn’t been allowed to help - L had sent word for him to focus on his own nemesis, the Black Organisation, and not L’s.
“…I think I'm close to findin’ out somethin’ big… but I can’t tell ya what, ‘cause if I’m wrong it’ll break somethin’ I’ve spent a lotta time workin’ on.”
Shinichi frowned.
“What do you need me to do?”
Heiji gave a sigh of relief. Kudo was listening and not running off to interfere. He crouched down in front of his ‘rival’, pulling out a package from inside his jacket.
“If things go arse over tip and I don’t call you by Wednesday, ya need to open this, okay?” He handed over the package, drawing Shinichi’s attention away from the package with his hand at the detective’s chin. “But don’t open it ‘till then,” he said seriously. “Restrain yer curiousity, neh, Kudo?”
Shinichi held his gaze for a moment before nodding, his cheeks turning slightly pink as he tucked the package under his arm. Heiji grinned and ruffled his hair, chuckling at the squawk the shrunken detective made.
“Knew I could count on you, Kudo.”
~
And later on, when fire burnt across his chest and the devil he’d sold his soul to catch whispered words of twisted praise, Heiji Hattori went not with a curse, but a smile.
Gotcha, you bastard.
Pairing: Implied Kira/Heiji
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Implied Character Death
Follows after Aroused and Scared
026. Determined
“Oi, Kudo…”
Shinichi looked up at him, eyes sharpening behind his glasses, alerted by the tone of Heiji’s voice.
“What is it, Hattori?”
Heiji chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ehehe… it’s probably nothing’, but…” he shrugged helplessly. “You know I’m doing part time on the Kira case, right?”
Shinichi nodded tightly, and Heiji winced. The shrunk detective was still sore that he hadn’t been allowed to help - L had sent word for him to focus on his own nemesis, the Black Organisation, and not L’s.
“…I think I'm close to findin’ out somethin’ big… but I can’t tell ya what, ‘cause if I’m wrong it’ll break somethin’ I’ve spent a lotta time workin’ on.”
Shinichi frowned.
“What do you need me to do?”
Heiji gave a sigh of relief. Kudo was listening and not running off to interfere. He crouched down in front of his ‘rival’, pulling out a package from inside his jacket.
“If things go arse over tip and I don’t call you by Wednesday, ya need to open this, okay?” He handed over the package, drawing Shinichi’s attention away from the package with his hand at the detective’s chin. “But don’t open it ‘till then,” he said seriously. “Restrain yer curiousity, neh, Kudo?”
Shinichi held his gaze for a moment before nodding, his cheeks turning slightly pink as he tucked the package under his arm. Heiji grinned and ruffled his hair, chuckling at the squawk the shrunken detective made.
“Knew I could count on you, Kudo.”
~
And later on, when fire burnt across his chest and the devil he’d sold his soul to catch whispered words of twisted praise, Heiji Hattori went not with a curse, but a smile.
Gotcha, you bastard.